Darla could not lose control here. She needed to say something and leave. But the strange pattern on the fabric of
her rescuer’s shirt grabbed her attention. She tipped her head slightly
and frowned. She stared harder, blinking several times. What th… A loud
gasp escaped as she slapped a palm over her mouth. This night kept
getting better. She lowered her hand and gaped at the pink tinge sprayed
across the Raging Impulse lead guitarist’s chest.

“That’s not
good.” He wiggled a finger over the scattered glass, apparently
unperturbed she’d ruined his shirt. “What were you drinking? I’ll get
you another.”

Darla stared, speechless. The inflections of his
strong accent made him difficult to understand yet the mere sound of his
voice caused her heart to almost stop. It was rich, deep, laced with
enough of a rasp to carry a trace of seductiveness. The kind of voice
that could convince a woman to do practically anything.“What were you
drinking?” he asked again. A long moment passed. Those disturbing cobalt
eyes continued to study her. “Are you okay?”

Darla gulped. She
was fine except her mind experienced a complete meltdown. Her heart
beat in triple time, she couldn’t catch her breath, and she appeared to
have lost the ability to speak, but yeah, she was okay.

“Wine,”
she blurted. “White Zinfandel.” Surprised she’d almost found her wits,
she paused and made an awkward gesture over the fresh stain on his
shirt. “I don’t know what happened. Um, I got…you were there, it…” Her
arm dropped, and she released a heavy sigh. “The glass slipped out of my
hand.”

A slight curve formed across his lips as a wicked twinkle entered his eyes. “I noticed.”Debra JupeRomance Suspense authorEchoes in the Wind, @ Amazon.comWorld wide release January 31, 2014